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(Amy): Previously on Doc.

I had a car accident, lost a lot of my memory.

When you look at him, all you see is the man

who you think let your son die. You have to leave him.

I'm handing over my own rape kit.

No more hiding.

What'd you tell him? -That you have a thing for him.

Joan knows about the code.

If you both intend to stay here, it ends immediately.

Amy, she's not wrong. This can't happen again.

My father was a doctor here.

If I resign, will you not put any of this in my file?

I've been having memory seizures.

I feel like my brain is trying to warn me.

Okay, just tell me, because I don't understand.

Why are parents of kindergarteners

talking to me about college?

It's like, let your kid master the art of wiping himself

before fantasizing about him at Stanford.

Wh...

Hello?!

You flew in to help with my stressful week!

You're not helping!

Wha... -Excuse me, ladies.

She'll have something with alcohol. Dealer's choice.

So, are you planning to see Mom while you're here?

We had a fight. We're not talking.

What did she do this time?

When I tell you, you're gonna die.

Jess?

Jess?

(theme music)

(light music)

Mom? Are you okay?

Well, for the last four days, I keep flashing on

that damn snow globe.

You don't remember it, right? -I don't.

And it doesn't seem like this is helping you.

My mind is trying to tell me something.

(jingling)

Hi, Sweetie.

All right. Can you give Dad a fist bump?

All right.

Let's get you in there.

Heads up, she had three waffles.

And how, exactly, did that happen?

Well, like her mother,

she's a persuasive negotiator.

Please. She'd be disbarred in a heartbeat

for never holding up her end of the deal.

Oh, before I forget, would you mind swapping weekends?

David has a work thing, he'd like me to go.

Oh, that sounds exciting.

But if you've got plans, I'll figure it out.

No, no, it's fine. I'm wide open.

Still not seeing anyone?

(scoffs) We've been divorced long enough

to dip a toe in these waters.

Ah, I thought I'd give it another 10 years.

Come on. I still worry about you!

There is somebody, but it's, um...

Some pretty serious obstacles at the moment, so...

-Intriguing. -Yeah. I wish.

You've always been too much of a romantic.

My Achilles heel.

You know what they say:

If you can't be with the one you love, you...?

Yeah, that's more your move.

Whoa, whoa. Sorry.

No problem.

-Morning. -Morning.

Haven't seen you in a few days.

Did you want to?

Look, I know this is... it's weird.

Um, so I asked Dr. Ridley to keep us

on different cases for a while.

You're Chief Resident.

Whatever you think is best.

Early in the year for snow globes.

Oh, yeah, I just, um,

uh... Never mind.

No, what?

I've been having these memory hits.

Sometimes I see a person, hear what they're saying

in the past, but sometimes it's just these flashing images.

Memory seizures. I've read about that.

And they may not even be real, right?

The things you think are memories?

Yeah, but the last time, it-it was.

I was able to figure it out.

Must all be so trippy.

Yeah. That's one word for it.

Hey, just so you know, it's 9:06,

and there's someone watching.

So, Amy's back in the saddle,

Joan is running the show,

and everything's settled with you and Nora at home?

Well, if everything's settled with the Board,

is what we really need to be talking about.

We seem to have smoothed things over with UNOS,

so as long as there's no harm, it'll be no foul.

I appreciate whatever you did.

You can repay me by wooing the whale I've got on the line.

-An investor? -High-profile investor

interested in donating at least 10 million.

There are several departments

that could really use an influx of cash...

I want it for Labor and Delivery.

Turning our birthing center into something boutique.

Which would be a real revenue generator for the hospital.

(knocking) -Hi. I was told to come here?

Ah, Dr. Maitra!

Perfect timing.

The donor I told you about just happens to be her father.

Who has specifically requested your presence on today's tour.

He should be here soon. I've already cleared it

with Dr. Ridley. So, have fun.

Oh, and I'd like a check in my hand

by the end of the day.

I just can't believe it.

That has never happened to me before.

In fairness, fainting's supposed to be a surprise.

I just got off with Frank. He's ditched his big conference

and catching the first flight home.

You got one of the last good ones, I think.

Last guy I dated refused to leave

his fantasy football draft when I got a flat tire.

-Ugh. -Mm-hmm.

This is my sister, Casey.

I had a long, very stressful week,

so she flew in from New York for some girl-bonding time

while my husband's out of town.

And we all know, the best bonding happens

in hospitals, right? (all chuckling)

(knocking at door)

Hey. I'm Dr. Heller, I'll be working with Dr. Clark.

Um, do we have a diagnosis?

Looks like a pretty standard vasovagal event.

I'm not even gonna ask what that means.

Sudden nervous system misfire caused a drop in her heart rate

and blood pressure. That's what made her faint.

It's common, usually harmless. We'll do an EKG just to be safe.

Oh, thank you both so much. You're gonna be fine!

Yeah, I know. Do you think I'm deaf?

I'm right here.

And, I would argue, more invested

in my doctor's prognosis than you are.

Okay, I-I just wanted to make sure you're...

Do you want to give me an EKG?

Doctors, can my sister give me an EKG?

She loves getting overly involved in my life.

-Jess! -Unfortunately, there is some

training involved. Any cardiac ectopy?

None. Normal sinus rhythm since I've been here.

No! Jess!

What the hell?! -Hold on, hold on.

Don't touch her. -My apartment, my rules, Casey!

-What is happening? -She's asleep.

She's fully asleep right now.

I am taking back control!

You are my guest, so start acting like it!

We'll set up a sleep study ASAP.

I'm sorry, I should've caught that.

Don't worry. It was a very subtle shift.

You're a first-year resident.

I hope Dr. Ridley doesn't hear I missed something so big.

I swear I'll be on top of it next time.

Hannah, there's gonna be plenty you don't know.

There are still things I don't know, and I'm Chief Resident.

It's gonna be okay. Our job here is to teach you, not scare you.

It came on faster than usual,

but the moment Sal started acting like an insane person...

Dawn, Dawn, you're making it sound worse than it was.

You made Missy cry.

He called our spin instructor a size-four monster,

but she's really a size two, so it was a thing.

Anyway, like the doctor told me, I poured two packets of sugar

into a bottle of orange juice, made him drink it.

And, for like 30 seconds, he was normal.

But then he started seizing.

I was terrified, so I called 911.

Two units on board.

Did you eat before spin class?

I put a cookies-and-cream protein bar in his bag,

but, of course, he didn't eat it.

It tastes more like cookies-and-drywall.

Look, I get why my blood sugar was low. But why did I seize?

It sounds like you overexerted yourself on an empty stomach

and that caused the hypoglycemic crash.

Dawn, OJ was the right call.

But you might have overshot the mark with the sugar.

So, we've given you a small dose of insulin,

and that should bring your sugar down.

And you should be stable in a minute.

Thank you, Doctor.

So, you were diagnosed

with diabetes eight months ago.

Can I ask you if you've made

any changes to your diet?

Not just his diet, we overhauled

his entire lifestyle. Both of ours.

Last six months, we've been eating clean

and working out every day.

We each lost about 10 pounds and when we plateaued,

our doctor recommended Ozempic.

Are you a diabetic too?

No, but it's a godsend.

For her. Not so much for me.

We'll find the right dose, sweetie.

I don't, I don't feel right.

(machines beeping) (Dawn): Sal, what's happening?

Sal, what's happening?

-Excuse me. -Heart rate's low. Weak pulse.

Blood sugar's at 45?

-But you only gave him... -Two units.

Okay, well, that's not enough to drop it that low.

Get the D50! -Sal?! Oh, my God. Sal!

Sal? Hold on.

(sputtering)

(ticking)

(sighs)

I guess she's not coming.

The time is still yours, Katie.

Anything you want to share?

Not really.

You know you can say anything.

There's nothing to say, Dad. Not without her here.

Katie, please.

When you keep things inside, it's so bad for you.

Fine!

She came home last night while he was helping me

with homework, and walked right by us

like we weren't even there.

I know that must have been very painful...

Then he tells me, "She'll come around."

After two years!

He's still making excuses for her.

Michael?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to minimize... -You just keep acting like

what's happening isn't real! How is that gonna help?!

(door rumbling)

(soft music)

The insulin dose we gave him shouldn't have caused his sugar

to crash like that, which tells me the orange juice

and sugar wasn't the cause of his earlier spike.

Glucose is 122. Back in the safe zone.

What is going on with him?

He has something called brittle diabetes,

which means that his blood sugar swings wildly;

it can crash or spike without warning.

For him to survive, we need to keep it

in a very tight range.

"For him to survive"?

He's walking a tightrope.

The only way to stop it is to figure out

what's messing with his metabolism.

Let's get a CT scan, stat.

I'll call radiology.

I've never done anything in my sleep but snore.

Frank would've told me.

This can come on suddenly.

God, what if it's a brain tumor?

'Kay, I know you can't help it,

but let's not jump to worst-case scenarios.

Casey is right. There's plenty of other explanations,

and most are far less serious than a tumor,

but the sleep study will give us a clearer idea

of what's going on, okay?

When you wake up, we'll have some answers. Okay?

So where do we go while we wait?

Um... well, I've got other patients to take care of,

but the, uh, the waiting room, that's probably your best bet.

That makes sense.

What with me not being a doctor and all.

But I'll let you know as soon as I know anything.

Okay.

Sorry you got dragged into this.

It's fine. I'm happy to help.

I looked him up quickly. He's quite a philanthropist.

Yeah, he's a really good guy.

You've been here almost four years.

Any idea why he's doing this now?

No, we don't really talk about his agendas.

And here he is.

My Sonya.

Dad, this is Dr. Michael Hamda,

our Chief Medical Officer.

Max was singing your praises. Pleasure to meet you.

The pleasure's mine. And thank you

for your interest in Obstetrics.

Yes, Max suggested it was the department

where I could truly make an impact.

This way then?

I heard your patient seized.

I reversed it with a D50 bolus.

Hyperglycemia right on the heels of hypoglycemia?

I'm surprised brittle diabetes wasn't your first thought.

It was on the list. But he eats well,

he exercises, he's even on Ozempic,

so something's not adding up. I'm scanning

for a pancreatic mass. Possibly an exocrine tumor.

Well, that'd be a hoot.

I haven't seen one of those in 30 years.

GLP-1's can mask a lot of underlying issues.

Yes. And this new fad of using them for weight loss

is a ticking time bomb.

Still, doctors hand them out

like fun-size Butterfingers at Halloween.

They can be very effective when used properly.

They're a shortcut. Patients end up like a scarecrow

and then balloon again the second they go off the meds.

I wish the Danes would manufacture a pill

that made people more disciplined instead.

That is a bit reductive.

They reset maladaptive appetite triggers

so that willpower has a chance against biology.

They're a crutch. Even with a Higher Power,

alcoholics have to choose to stop drinking.

The switch gets flipped only when they flip it.

Free will is an illusion.

We're all just molecular checkers floating in the abyss.

Acting like gods, but utterly powerless over our destinies.

Darrin's our resident philosopher.

Bit of a nihilist, apparently.

(medical machines beeping)

Hm. Pancreas is clear. No tumor.

Okay. It's 10 years ago. 3 AM your time.

I have just called from Nepal because I can't figure this out.

There's no judgment. No boss.

Just a sick patient and two old friends.

What do you tell me to do?

A small bowel aspirate and a methane breath test.

SIBO.

Not bad, Dr. Larsen. Not bad at all.

Positive methane breath test

confirmed by a small bowel aspirate.

It's a SIBO infection, all right.

-Huh. -Don't know how

you saw that coming. -It was a team effort.

Hm. Also, check out his triglycerides.

They're through the roof.

Are you sure these are right?

-Mm-hmm. -Okay. Tests confirmed

Sal has a SIBO infection.

Which explains the brittle diabetes,

the blood sugar swings.

It's rare, but, uh, it can be treated with antibiotics.

Oh. But why did it happen?

Underlying causes are usually dietary.

What do you mean "dietary"?

Um, excess processed carbs, fatty foods...

That doesn't make sense. He's been eating so well.

I'm afraid that's not what the bloodwork shows.

Sal?

What did you do?

I've been cheating.

With fast food, donuts.

Pretty much anything I pass on the way home.

But you couldn't have eaten much. The Ozempic...

I stopped taking it four months ago.

It made me nauseous and miserable,

and then when I stopped taking it, I was always hungry,

so I started sneaking.

Going to drive-thrus.

Pay cash. Leave the wrappers in the neighbor's trash bin.

You've been doing all that behind my back?

I need some air.

I know I shouldn't eat like that.

But when I'm tired or I'm stressed,

I lose control. -I get it.

Food's all I think about.

It's all I care about.

There is something wrong with me.

There's nothing's wrong with you, Sal.

Whether it's food or work or alcohol,

everyone has something that slips out of control.

But that doesn't mean you can't take back control.

How? I'm obsessed.

You need to have the right support.

-Dawn's been supporting me. -Dawn is your wife.

She can't also be your coach, your dietician, your trainer.

Let me bring in a professional.

Yes, please.

(breathing shakily) I need this to stop.

Can you paint me a picture of what $10 million could achieve?

Well, that could fund private recovery suites,

cutting-edge neonatal tech, the kind of upgrades that turn

hospitals into headlines.

Hm.

Shona, show me where you work.

-You mean, um... -Internal Medicine.

I'd like to see it.

If you really want bang for your buck,

there's a much more expansive role

that money could play there.

I'd be curious to know about it.

But in any case, I want to see

where my daughter spends all her time.

Follow me.

No, don't you dare, Frank!

My mother may be a narcissist, but yours is a stalker!

Oh, this is getting good.

Why did Casey buy me jeans just to make me feel bad?

I gave you those jeans cause when I wore them,

you said you loved them! -I couldn't tell

they were high-waisted! -So?

Casey knows I can't

do high-waisted with my short torso!

(sighs) -Liz.

Well, at least we know you sleep talk the truth.

There's also some good news on the medical front:

It's not a tumor.

So, what is it?

Looks like temporal lobe epilepsy.

It's a part of your brain,

it processes emotion, memory, language.

Anything stressful going on lately?

Yeah, she just finished two weeks of brutal

parent-teacher meetings. -It's that bad?

Have you met the parents of a kindergartener

in private school? No matter what their kid does,

they interpret it as the misunderstood behavior

of a genius. -Yeah, I think I might be one

of those parents. My daughter, she's finishing up

kindergarten now.

Well, since you're a doctor,

I'd buy that your kid could be a genius, right?

So, Jess, we're gonna get you started

on an anti-epileptic.

We'll monitor, adjust the dose from there.

Thank you.

He wasn't wearing a ring, I just assumed he was single!

Hello?! I have epilepsy!

Jess, I know the word sounds scary,

but this form is very treatable.

And with the right meds, there's a good chance

you won't even notice it.

Uh, just so you know, he's divorced.

(sighs)

And down here, we have the Internal Medicine office

with an all-purpose space. And here, we have Dr Larsen...

Ah, Dr. Larsen.

We met at the fundraiser three years ago.

Right after Sonya started as an intern.

I'm, I'm so sorry, I don't...

I'm sure all businessmen in suits blur together,

but you were very kind about Sonya.

Well, she's an excellent doctor.

She would've been excellent at anything she chose to do,

but I'm very proud she chose this selfless profession.

Mr. Maitra's considering

a sizable donation for Obstetrics.

Oh, great, though we could really use

support in this department.

Exactly what I was telling him.

Please, don't let me keep you.

It was nice to see you again. -You too.

Well, this was very edifying.

Thank you for such a comprehensive tour, Dr. Hamda.

Our pleasure. Uh, please,

let me know if you have any other questions or...

If you wouldn't mind, could I steal Sonya away

for a quick lunch? -Oh, I really can't.

I have so many patients...

But I understood that Dr. Ridley

had excused your absence.

No, actually. She just texted me. I...

She really needs me back.

Ah, I understand. Of course.

Your mother would love to see you this week

for dinner if you're able.

I'll let you know.

I'm gonna get back to work.

Please. Right this way.

-Where's Sal? -I went downstairs

to get a coffee. Thought you took him for tests.

No.

Is there a vending machine on this floor?

(vending machine beeps)

What the hell is wrong with you?

We're in a hospital!

All because you won't stop eating garbage

that's gonna kill you! And, and what about me?

What am I supposed to do if something happens to you?

I messed up.

I'm not gonna stand here and watch you kill yourself!

I'm sorry.

I'm done with you.

Dawn!

-Dawn! -Honey?

Is she okay? Dawn! Dawn!

Dawn, honey! -Need a crash cart now!

Got it. (Sal): What's happening to her?

What's happening?

When parents are unified, it provides stability

for the kids. But when they have different ideas,

it can get tough.

Sometimes one parent feels like they have to defend the other

to maintain that stability.

What I heard you say last week, Katie,

is that you want your Dad

to start telling more of his truth.

I don't think he can do that.

Michael?

I really don't want to start bad-mouthing your mother. I...

Katie. Katie!

I understand how you feel...

No, you're just doing the same thing over and over again!

Michael. She needs you to say

you don't like how Amy's acting.

That you know Amy's hurting her and it's not right.

It's not right.

It's not right.

I'm not here to pressure you. (sighs)

-No? -No.

I want to know what's going on so I can help you.

You remember Ravi Dahr?

Well, he's the son of my father's business partner.

And when he attacked me,

my mother was the only one I told.

She made me promise never to tell anyone else.

And I kept that promise.

For five years.

But when Ravi was arrested, it all came out.

Let's just say, my father's reaction

hasn't been what I would have liked.

He blames you?

He just can't face it.

Neither of them can.

They certainly don't wanna talk about it.

So you don't see them.

I've been working very hard in therapy to sort out

what I'm gonna say, how I'm gonna say it,

and when I'll be ready to.

And it's not gonna be at lunch in the hospital cafeteria

or dinner this week.

I am so sorry you were put in this position.

You know, I put myself through med school

so I wouldn't be beholden to them.

So this just feels beyond gross.

Him coming in here with his money,

trying to lift his leg on my territory.

Is it possible he's just desperate

to find a way to make it up to you?

You're telling me to forgive him.

Absolutely not. It's not my place

to tell you anything. -You are my boss.

Not right now I'm not.

It just, it feels like this might be an opportunity

for you.

To let him have it.

Give him a chance to step up.

I know how it feels...

to have your family torn apart

because it's too hard to deal with grief.

The only way through it is through it.

What happened?

Her heart decompensated due to malnutrition.

She lost 26% of her body weight

in two months. Thanks to GLP-1s.

The abuse of GLP-1s.

We need to reintroduce nutrition slowly

to avoid re-feeding syndrome.

And you have to get her to stop the meds.

Whatever she was hoping for when she started this,

this can't be the ending that she wanted.

Jess is sleeping. I ran a loading dose of Keppra,

checked the levels.

It's in the therapeutic range, so I feel good about it.

-Good job, Dr. Clark. -Did you know that

Casey's a makeup artist to the stars?

She's done everyone from Lady Gaga to Zendaya.

How cool is that?

That's, that's good to know.

I need you to help me convince Jess to quit teaching.

Because if stress lowers the seizure threshold,

I think it's just...

It's too risky of a job, and I don't want her seizing

every time it's parent-teacher week.

So, here's the thing with temporal lobe epilepsy,

it's not just about triggers. It's the cumulative load.

It's, it's, it's the tonnage.

-Okay. -And, you know having her

extremely charismatic, impossible-to-ignore sister

show up when she's already had a very stressful week...

I'm sorry, are you saying I gave my sister epilepsy?

No, no, of course not. Epilepsy is something she has.

But I am saying that...

standing next to you, someone who fills every room

she walks into, that could be taking a toll

on Jess that she just...

she hasn't fully processed yet.

Jess and I aren't like that.

You obviously know nothing about our relationship.

-I don't... -Jess?

I always knew you were the favorite.

Oh God.

The fun, successful sister.

I made my peace with that.

Let's get you back to your room.

But you don't get to steal my doctor.

(clearing throat)

Okay. Maybe you're right.

-Is she okay? -She's fine. She's stable.

But she needs help. She's been starving herself.

It's my fault. I lied. I binged.

I pushed her to the brink. She never would've started

the shots if I wasn't such a fat loser!

Hey! This is not on you! Okay?

We all make enough bad choices by ourselves.

We don't need to take responsibility

for other people's too.

Why don't you tell me about your relationship with food?

I've been on some kind of diet since I was seven years old.

My mom and dad meant well, but...

Both fat kids who didn't want me to suffer like they did.

They were always watching everything I ate.

Saying, "You don't want that."

In front of my friends...

Girls...

I grew up feeling like

my parents loved me more when I was in shape.

That must have been really painful.

I guess when Dawn took over my diet, it all came back.

In the beginning, she loved me how I was.

We'd make big meals, go out to nice dinners.

She doesn't want to do that anymore.

I love her,

but it feels like she can't love me unless I change,

like she did.

And I want to. I want to do that for her.

But you can't get healthy for Dawn.

You have to do it for yourself.

What if I can't?

What is happening to you is not your fault.

But getting better...

that is your choice.

Over the past few weeks, Katie's been working

with her dad on being more honest with her feelings,

so we felt it was the right time to get you two together

and see what's going on.

Katie?

They're gonna get a divorce.

What makes you say that?

I saw on her phone, she was looking for apartments.

-You took my phone? -Amy.

That's not the issue here. -I'm sorry.

You're sorry? To her?

Is it true?

That you're looking at apartments?

-Yes. -Does Michael know this?

Not unless Katie told him.

I didn't.

What made you want to look through your mother's phone?

Were you looking for something in particular?

I wanted to read their texts.

Anything you want to share? Or ask about?

Are you sure?

I don't understand

how you can just give up on him.

Hey.

First day back. -Yeah,

just, uh, checking in on you.

-I'm good. -I know you were having

a strong reaction to the things you were remembering.

Yeah, well, you know, I spent the last four days

scrolling through a million snow globes online.

(chuckles) Not that I know

what I'm looking for. Just that there's snow.

And a globe. -Yeah. Those would be

the two main ingredients.

That must be like living in an episode of "Black Mirror."

Oh, sorry. It's, um, kinda like "The Twilight Zone."

Oh, yeah, I'm ready for Rod Serling

to just come around the corner and explain it all to me.

(chuckles)

Hey. Looks like Dawn's waking up.

Okay.

What happened?

You passed out.

From malnutrition.

(scoffs) -I'm fine.

I just didn't eat enough today.

Stupid, I know. I swear it won't happen again.

This isn't about today.

Your labs indicate that this has been building

for some time. Probably since you started

taking the medication.

I like how I look.

How I feel.

Do you like how you feel right now?

When Sal got the diagnosis, we started the diet

and the workouts to help him.

I never thought about how much I weighed.

Or how I looked.

But I knew he wouldn't stick to it unless we did it together.

At first, I hated every sit-up, every carrot stick.

But then I started losing weight.

And people noticed...

saying I looked amazing.

Not even in my 30's did I ever think I looked amazing.

I felt lighter across the board.

Less worried about Sal.

And somewhere along the way,

I think it wasn't about him anymore.

I can't make you stop taking the medication.

But I need you to hear me when I say

that this behavior is the same behavior

that made you so furious with Sal.

No, it's not. Sal is having an affair

with the drive-thru. He lied to me.

And you think he's killing himself.

Yes.

And what do you think that you're doing?

You summoned?

(speaking Bengali)

(birds chirping)

You put me in a messed-up situation today.

I only wanted to make...

(speaking Bengali)

Do you think that's what I want

after everything I've been through?

Sorry, Shona, I didn't think you'd have

this type of reaction... (shouting in Bengali)

"How would it feel, Sonya,

if I donated $10 million to your hospital?

Would that feel good for you?

Or would that feel, I don't know,

"manipulative and twisted and totally tone-deaf?"

I don't understand. (exhales)

All I want is to be able to talk about what happened.

How it hurt me.

How what mom did hurt me.

And for you to be able to just hear me

without making excuses

and trying to make it better

or, or make it go away.

Can you understand that?

I'm an old-fashioned man, Sonya.

I just didn't know what to do.

I just told you, Baba.

Did you hear me?

(Sonya crying)

I'll try, my dear. I promise you.

I will try.

Hey.

The meds weren't strong enough.

So we had to implant a vagal nerve stimulator.

This is gonna help regulate your misfiring signals.

No more epileptiform activity, Jess. So, you're clear.

Would you two mind giving us the room?

I wanna talk to my sister.

I know you don't like spoilers.

But it starts with me apologizing.

-Thanks. -Yeah.

You scared the hell outta me.

I know.

I'm sorry, Sal.

At first, I thought this was my fault.

The truth is, we both have issues

and we've both been lying.

I wasn't the one sneaking...

No, you were just starving yourself.

Really, you're gonna judge me?

You judged me.

Watching me all the time, breathing down my neck,

trying to control everything.

You made it worse. You made me wanna eat.

I was trying to save your life!

Just stop it! You know...

This is what I'm talking about.

Stop fighting all the time

and listen to what I'm saying.

You hurt me.

I didn't mean to hurt you. I love you.

-I love you, too. -Hm.

And I'm gonna try to be healthy.

I'm gonna do it for real this time.

But I'm gonna do it for me,

not cause I have a gun to my head.

Thank you. That's amazing.

I want you to stop taking the shots.

-Sal... -I miss the way

you were before.

-Well, I don't. -I'm not gonna sit here

and watch you kill yourself either.

I'm not gonna beg you, Dawn.

You need to see the truth and you need to do this

for yourself.

Promise me you'll stop taking the shots?

Well done with the Murphys.

Treating more than one patient on the same case

can be very tricky.

Sadly, I'm not sure the marriage is gonna last.

Oh, it won't. (gasps)

Better they act on it sooner than later.

(chuckles)

That why you told me to leave Michael five years ago?

-You remembered that. -I did.

Telling a friend the truth always has risks,

but you were worth it.

That was the dinner I asked you

about your first day back.

Obviously, I didn't put it together

I've lost eight years of memory

and all of my relationships seem to have changed.

So...

it's a bit unsteadying.

We haven't changed.

And for what it's worth,

I'm proud of how you handled yourself during that time.

I know, you don't hear that very much.

That's worth a lot.

Why then did you go to Jake,

instead of me, to put a roadblock up there?

He's your superior.

More appropriate that I talk to him.

But I am open to hearing why you think that relationship

is a good idea from a professional standpoint.

There's a reason they call it "tough love."

But it is love.

And how's my little guy?

He misses you. Mama misses you, too.

(knocking at door) -Come in!

Tell him I love him

and I've been working super hard

on my swaddling at the office.

(chuckles) -Why do I doubt that?

-I love you. -Love you.

I'll see you at home in a bit.

(exhales)

Paternity leave was a little shorter

than they might've liked. (chuckling)

Hey, um, I just wanted to say thank you.

I spoke to my father and it was the start of something, I hope.

I'm so glad.

But now you're in a pretty bad position

with Max and the board.

Plenty of billionaires who want to see

their names on plaques.

Why do I feel like you're just saying that

to make me feel better?

So what if I am?

(Amy): When I saw this, it reminded me

of how much you used to love to go skating

at The Oval on the day after Thanksgiving.

(scoffs)

(Katie): Take it. I don't want it.

Katie...

Look, I know this has been hard,

but I really want to try to make things better.

Okay. How 'bout moving back home?

We have talked about this so many times.

Actually, we haven't. You just decided for everyone.

It has been two years.

And you decided

that you wanted to go live with your dad full-time.

You didn't just give up on him.

You gave up on me.

Sweetheart.

Come here. -Don't touch me!

I don't want you to be so upset.

Stop! The only thing you care about is Danny!

He's gone and that's still all that matters!

How was your shift?

Uh... good.

No more snow globes?

When urgency becomes obsession,

it's time to let go.

Probably helps to be in the business of saving lives.

Yeah. Helps keep your mind off your own crap.

And occasionally,

you learn something from the people you treat.

Have a good night.

(soft jingling)

Okay.

-Hey. -Hey.

Um, can you take that? How'd it go?

-Really good, actually. -Yeah?

It meant a lot to Jess that I brought it up.

Obviously, I took all the credit for the idea.

-Of course you did. -Her husband just got here,

so once they started getting all lovey-dovey,

I thought I'd give them some space.

Probably wise.

Looks like you're wrapping up here, so...

any chance you might want to grab a drink with someone,

I don't know, charismatic,

who fills every room she walks into?

I just got out of something kind of serious.

(inaudible conversation)

(soft music)

My flight to New York leaves at 9 AM.

I'm not looking for anything serious.

Dr. Clark. Sorry to make you come back to HR,

but somehow, we're missing three forms.

No problem.

Any chance you're the daughter of Brian Clark?

-Yes. -I see the resemblance.

He was a great doctor. Kind. Funny.

Never met a dad joke he didn't like.

(chuckling) -He really got a raw deal here.

What do you mean?

Nothing. Sorry, long day.

You're all set.

Did something happen before he left here?

Not that I know of.

You just said he got a raw deal.

I-I shouldn't have. I-I-I don't...

Please! Tell me what you know.

Why don't you just ask your father?

I would. But he killed himself

three months after he left this hospital.

If you don't tell me,

I will go to Dr. Hamda and I will report

that you violated confidentiality.

Hannah, please don't do this.

You opened the door.

Now, I need to know what's on the other side.

All I know is your father

filed an HR complaint against Dr. Larsen,

and a week later, he was gone.

(soft music)

(eerie music)

(chuckling)

(soft jingling)

(inaudible)

(soft tense music)

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